"The love of battle is the food upon which we live!" Dominic shouted. "The dust of the mêlée is the breath of our nostrils! We live not--we wish not to live--longer than while we are victorious and renowned."
And with that explanation, Dominic resumed stomping hamsters.
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Dominic certainly waxed eloquent. Too bad he didn't go out afterwards and wage some real war. Hamsters are hardly worthy of such talent.
I think this one is my favorite
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